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2. And on that note: IT'S THE MOST, WONDERFUL TIIIIIIIIIIIME OF THE YEAR.
3. PHOTODUMP:
I made gluten-free black and whites. SUCCESS! THEY ARE AWESOME!
I made the glutin-free baking mix the lady suggested, which wasn't as hard as I thought it would be to procure (apparently you can get sorghum flour and xanthan gum right in the local grocer's! who knew?), but I went to the asian market and they hooked me up with rice flour and shit. Still, when those bad boys came out of the oven, sceptical Amand-r was sceptical:
Cookies or hockey pucks? YOU be the judge.
I am anal, if you didn't know, about the aesthetic side of my food, so these are very sub par in roundness, but I'll get it next time:
Also, the texture and whiteness of the white part was unsatisfactory, so I might try something different:
THIS IS ALL FINE AND GOOD, BUT DID THE CONTROL GROUP LIKE THEM?
I have a lot of mix left over, so I might try gluten free linzer biscuits next.
SNOW WHITE INTERLUDE:
This weekend we went to the farm to get pumpkins and in general be doofy, along with fifty million other suburbanites, most of whom were monitoring the Steeler game on their blackberries and shouting the score out loud so that we would all know how much we werekicking the Brown's asses winning.
This had some sort of Pavlovian nineteenth century rat experiment feel to it in a way. I felt so much schadenfreude that I wanted a brat and a beer garden:
Mazes are really easy when you can see over the top:
Miss Thang has a temper tantrum and refuses to get her picture taken. Mother says threatening words into her ear. Resulting picture.
You can't tell, but she's inside s "tee-pee". I said tee pee.
Apparently my camera got stuck on "snow lens" so the following pics look like the Michael Douglas storyline of Traffic, but here is Viv:
WHY SHE'S ON A HORSE! Forgive the centering. It's not a good shot of her, but it is a great shot of the red minivan that I apparently felt was central to the whole mise-en-scene of this image.
THE CORN MAZE
CHILDREN OF THE CORN:
Nothing says "entertaining farm excitement" like crawling through filthy broken hay and an empty drainage pipe:
PUMPKINS:
I AM TOTES MAKING THAT JAWS PUMPKIN.
joanwilder and Viv being Little Miss/Misters:
Bonus: I was looking at some pages that Viv has for colouring, and they feature people from different countries in "native" forms of dress. Nick, this is what you wear to work every day, right?
4. Have become a na-no-wri-mo-ho. Code name: Amand-r.
emquilxy)2. And on that note: IT'S THE MOST, WONDERFUL TIIIIIIIIIIIME OF THE YEAR.
3. PHOTODUMP:
I made gluten-free black and whites. SUCCESS! THEY ARE AWESOME!
I made the glutin-free baking mix the lady suggested, which wasn't as hard as I thought it would be to procure (apparently you can get sorghum flour and xanthan gum right in the local grocer's! who knew?), but I went to the asian market and they hooked me up with rice flour and shit. Still, when those bad boys came out of the oven, sceptical Amand-r was sceptical:
Cookies or hockey pucks? YOU be the judge.
I am anal, if you didn't know, about the aesthetic side of my food, so these are very sub par in roundness, but I'll get it next time:
Also, the texture and whiteness of the white part was unsatisfactory, so I might try something different:
THIS IS ALL FINE AND GOOD, BUT DID THE CONTROL GROUP LIKE THEM?
I have a lot of mix left over, so I might try gluten free linzer biscuits next.
SNOW WHITE INTERLUDE:
This weekend we went to the farm to get pumpkins and in general be doofy, along with fifty million other suburbanites, most of whom were monitoring the Steeler game on their blackberries and shouting the score out loud so that we would all know how much we were
This had some sort of Pavlovian nineteenth century rat experiment feel to it in a way. I felt so much schadenfreude that I wanted a brat and a beer garden:
Mazes are really easy when you can see over the top:
Miss Thang has a temper tantrum and refuses to get her picture taken. Mother says threatening words into her ear. Resulting picture.
You can't tell, but she's inside s "tee-pee". I said tee pee.
Apparently my camera got stuck on "snow lens" so the following pics look like the Michael Douglas storyline of Traffic, but here is Viv:
WHY SHE'S ON A HORSE! Forgive the centering. It's not a good shot of her, but it is a great shot of the red minivan that I apparently felt was central to the whole mise-en-scene of this image.
THE CORN MAZE
CHILDREN OF THE CORN:
Nothing says "entertaining farm excitement" like crawling through filthy broken hay and an empty drainage pipe:
PUMPKINS:
I AM TOTES MAKING THAT JAWS PUMPKIN.
joanwilder and Viv being Little Miss/Misters:Bonus: I was looking at some pages that Viv has for colouring, and they feature people from different countries in "native" forms of dress. Nick, this is what you wear to work every day, right?
4. Have become a na-no-wri-mo-ho. Code name: Amand-r.
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Date: 2010-10-18 09:57 pm (UTC)Uh...
I LOVE THE PICS THOUGH! AND THE CORN STALKS OF DOOM!
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Date: 2010-10-18 11:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-19 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-18 10:22 pm (UTC)What I need to find out if I'm remembering right that Germany has some sort of pine cone throwing festival.... bet it's from the Romans if there is.
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Date: 2010-10-19 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-19 01:20 am (UTC)*cough, shuffle*
Please forgive the ruckus, but as a (fellow?) country girl I must speak up and perhaps cause a small kerfluffle!.
"Nothing says "entertaining farm excitement" like crawling through filthy broken hay and an empty drainage pipe:"
Well duh! And that's good clean hay or maybe straw aka dried grass, or wheat stems. Filthy dirty hay has been trampled in the mud by some critter who didn't eat it. Straw would be bedding until pooed and trampled on too much and then it's mucked out!
Letting the kid's play in the filthy dirty straw would never happen! It's too useful as fertilizer.
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Date: 2010-10-19 01:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-19 02:05 am (UTC)sorry, I'm proud to be a hick, so I kind of got riled up there. I married a guy from Manhattan, city folk ain't so bad once you get to know 'em. It's just there's too many of 'em at once.
Couldn't wait to get out of Dodge, aka where I grew up and at the same time, I really miss it.
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Date: 2010-10-18 10:57 pm (UTC)(and partake of the black & whites, nom nom nom!)
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Date: 2010-10-19 12:16 am (UTC)I think I have your cell #. Do you have mine?
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Date: 2010-10-19 01:45 am (UTC)*dies of cute* I'm picturing parents letting their kids romp through the maze, sitting back with some cider, and taking pictures on their phones when the tots get terrified, lost, and teary. Since the adults can see over the top of it and there's only three turns. Hah! Blackmail fodder for years.
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Date: 2010-10-19 01:49 pm (UTC)She's a girl after my own heart.
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Date: 2010-10-19 09:28 pm (UTC)